AT SRINAGAR ON THE RETURN JOURNEY
Persons The Swami Vivekananda and a party of Europeans, amongst whom were Dhira Mata – ‘the Steady Mother,’ ‘One whose name was Jaya’; and Nivedita.
Place :- Kashmir – Srinagar.
Time :- August 9th to August 13th.
At this time the Master was always talking of leaving us. And when I find the entry “The River is pure that flows, the monk is pure that goes,” I know exactly what it means – the passionate outcry “I am always so much better when I have to undergo hardships and beg my bread,” the longing for freedom and the touch of the common people, the picture of himself making a long circuit of the country on foot, and meeting us again at Baramulla for the journey home.
His family of boat-people, whom he had staunchly befriended through two seasons, left us to-day. Afterwards he would refer to the whole incident of their connection with him as proof that even charity and patience could go too far.
It was evening, and we all went out to pay some visit. On the return he called his disciple Nivedita to walk with him across the fields. His talk was all about the work and his intentions in it. He spoke of the inclusiveness of his conception of the country and its religions; of his own distinction as being solely in his desire to make Hinduism active, aggressive, a missionary faith; of ‘don’t-touch-ism’ as the only thing he repudiated.
Then he talked with depth of feeling of the gigantic spirituality of many of those who were most orthodox. India wanted practicality, but she must never let go her hold on the old meditative life for that. “To be as deep as the ocean and as broad as the Sky” Sri Ramakrishna has said, was the ideal. But this profound inner life in the soul encased within orthodoxy, is the result of an accidental not an essential association. “And if we set ourselves right here, the world will be right, for are we not all one?” “Ramakrishna Paramahamsa was alive to the depths of his being, yet on the outer plane he was perfectly active and capable.”
And then of that critical question of the worship of his own Master, “My own life is guided by the enthusiasm, of that great personality, but others will decide for themselves how far this is true for them. Inspiration is not filtered out to the world through one man.”
There was occasion this day for the Swami to rebuke a member of this party for practising palmistry. It was a thing he said that everyone desired, yet all India despised and hated. Yes, he said, in reply to a little special pleading, even of character-reading he disapproved. “To tell you the truth I should have thought even your Incarnation more honest if He and His disciples had not performed miracles. Buddha unfrocked a monk for doing it.” Later, talking on the subject to which he had now transferred his attention, he spoke with horror of the display of the least of it as sure to bring a terrible reflex.
August 12th and 13th.
The Swami had now taken a Brahmin cook. Very touching had been the arguments of the Amarnath sadhus
against his willingness to let even a Mussalman cook for him. “Not in the land of Sikhs, at least Swamiji:” they had said, and he had at last consented. But for the present he was worshipping his little Mohammedan boat-child as Uma. Her whole idea of love was service, and the day he left Kashmir, she, tiny one, was fain to carry a tray of apples for him all the way to the tonga herself. He never forgot her, though he seemed quite indifferent at the time. In Kashmir itself he was fond of recalling the time when she saw a blue flower on the towing path and sitting down before it, and striking it this way and that, “was alone with that flower for twenty minutes.”
There was a piece of land by the river-side on which grew three chennaars, towards which our thoughts turned with peculiar love at this time. For the Maharajah was anxious to give it to Swamiji, and we all pictured it as a centre of work in the future – work which should realise the great idea of “by the people, for the people, as a joy to worker and to served.”
In view of Indian feeling about a homestead blessed by women, it had been suggested that we should go and annex the site, by camping there for a while. One of our party moreover had a personal wish for special quiet at this time. So it was decided that we should establish ‘a women’s math’, as it were, before the Maharajah should require the land, to confer it on the Swami. And this was possible because the spot was one of the minor camping grounds used by Europeans.